Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.